by Kimberly Davis

Created on: January 28, 2011

Excerpt from: "The Midnight Hour"

Savannah was happy to be out on Halloween, though it had never been one of her favorite holidays in the past. For children it was a night to play fantasy and get more candy than they could eat in a month, but for the adults, it always seemed like just another reason to get drunk and hit on strangers. And where was the fun in that? But something about this night had finally called to her.

Maybe there really was magic in the air blending the worlds of the supernatural with that of the “normal folk”. Who really knew? She had certainly never seen anything supernatural in her lifetime, but if so many people truly believed they were witches or had seen the otherwise unexplainable, then who was she to judge what was real and what was fantasy?

So when her best friend Morgan had called begging her to go out and celebrate the holiday, she couldn’t refuse. She had run to the nearest Spirit Halloween store and grabbed a cheap medieval red and black dress and a pair of fangs. Being a vampire seemed easy enough – no muss no fuss. Donning her new persona as a mistress of the night, she met up with Morgan in Union Square.

It had been a fun couple of hours, walking from bar to bar, interacting with all of the people, complimenting costumes, even flirting a little when she felt the mood. But two hours in high heels and a dress with a tight bodice were definitely taking their toll.

“Hey Morgan, this place looks pretty empty,” Savannah said, gesturing to a dimly lit bar with only a handful of patrons, “Can we duck in here for a minute so I can sit down?”

“Absolutely! My feet are killing me,” Morgan replied. Savannah nodded in agreement, practically salivating at the thought of getting off of hers for a few minutes. All of the places they had been tonight had been packed with wall to wall people. Savannah hadn’t even been able to see a seat, let alone take one. And all of those warm bodies crammed into the small rooms had made the heat so overbearing she could barely breathe at times.

Walking into the virtually empty establishment, Savannah took the first seat she could find at the bar, Morgan following right behind her.

“Welcome to The Howling Moon ladies. What can I get you to drink?” Savannah looked up to find a middle aged man dressed in a white shirt and black pants standing behind the bar. He was still good looking, with a full head of brown hair, though it was

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